The light breeze caressed her skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh, crisp air. It was seven in the morning. The orange and pink hues were fading and the sky was turning blue. She woke up almost an hour ago. She gazed at him for a long time. And one thing she couldn't help but admit even though she disliked him with every bone in her body that he was a handsome man. That was the difference in them. She was a girl, a mere twenty years old, immature girl who was married to him, a mature handsome man.

When she was looking around the house, she saw couple of people in the kitchen and they introduced themselves as house help. The chef made her a cup of tea and she came in the garden to enjoy the peaceful silence. She grabbed the cup and walked inside.

"Anya"

She looked up and saw him standing at bottom of staircase. He looked like he'd just woken up. He came near her on two strides

"Where were you? "

She just looked at him blankly and then walked past him. Climbing the stairs slowly she entered in the room she stayed in last night which she assumed was his. He was walking closely behind her. She walked towards her bag which her mother must have packed and took out her clothes. She badly needed a shower.

" You look cute when you're upset "

He smiled and leaned towards her. She clenched the clothes tightly in her hands and then threw them on the floor.

"Everything is so easy for you right, you can do anything and no one can stop you "

She fixed him with her gaze and spat angrily.

"You expect me to behave like a normal wife who is so in love with her husband after everything you have done to me"

He sighed deeply, she was pissed.

"I hate you and that is the only feeling you'll ever get out of me "

He looked at her and regarded the tortoured expression that marred her lovely features, he slowly began to realize that he was a sick bastard who first kidnapped her and than married her without her consent. He closed his eyes and dropped his voice.

"Go freshen up, i'll wait for you downstairs "

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He looked up and saw that she actively avoided his eyes. She barely touched her downcast and her cheeks were flaming. She was still angry. He sighed and stood up, grabbing his coat he leaned down to kiss her forhead but she turned her head sideways. He stood there for a minute and then left.

She sighed and placed her head on the table. She was hurt and angry, tears glistened at the corner of her eyes. She was so angry that she wanted to hurt him, pull his hair or kick him in the shins. But now thinking about that moment she knew she'd lost her temper and been stupid.

She'd never had the chance to rage against him before. It was as if all of her pent up anger was screaming to get out. She had to push back and take it out of her system once and for all.

She collected herself and went back upstairs in the room. She needed to sleep and relax for sometime.

When he came back home in the evening, eerie silence greeted him. He went upstairs in his room but the room was vacant and after checking everywhere he got to know from the maid that his little wife has left with her father.

"Fucking SP"

He spat and threw his phone at the wall furiously. He knew that her father would try something like that. He should have been cautious. His face was red from anger. He grabbed the keys and went out.

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Her life had become a rollercoaster and was currently being ruled by two hot headed males; one was her father and the other one was her husband.

She wasn't surprised when hee father came to take her back home. Her mother had sent her with Sikandar but she knew her father won't let them be.

She was sitting in her room when she heard a commotion outside. She sat up on the bed straight and tense. He was here. He came to take her back. After a few minutes the door opened and he came in. But she remained still in her place looking at him with vacant eyes.

"Why did you come back ? Why do you torment me Anya? "

There was a dangerous calmness in the depth of his eyes.

"Do i have to tie you to my bed to stop you from running? "

His voice was deceptively calm and soft like silk brushing over bare skin. But the undertone was steel and ice. 
He slowly came forward and stood in front of her. Then all of a sudden she hid her face behind her hands and started crying.

He frowned and then rubbed his eyes. He always did something wrong when it came to her. He bent down on his knees and placed his hands on her sides.

"Baby i was joking, please. Stop crying Anya "

Now his voice came like a plea. Whispering softly to his lover. He pulled her hands away feom her face and his heart snapped.

"Do i have no right over my life? "

She choked out as tears began to flow out uncontrollably. He dragged his eyes to meet hers and he saw an immense amount of pain in them.

"I think i have become a puppet, anyone, whenever they want can toss me around "

He looked at her closely and saw a broken girl. He had done this. He had done this to her.

"I am tired of this"

He closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply, very deeply. He pulled her down and placed a kiss on forehead softly and one on the corner of her mouth. He let her go and took a very large step back his chest heaving and his eyes burning. He was watching  her intensely and deeply,  drinking in her form slowly.

"I won't come back till you call for me"

He whispered painfully and then he was gone just like she wanted him to.

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Hours passed by slowly, weeks turned into months. To keep herself busy she started her semester again. She barely spoke to her parents anymore. Her routine was monotonous, go to university in the morning and then lock herself in her room.

Five months passed since their last meeting. He kept his word and didn't contact her. A few days back his parents visited her. His mother was a very sweet and loving woman. They pleaded with her to forgive their son.

In this whole time she thought about him. About their relationship. She had finally made a decision.

He was immersed in work since morning, burning through some files and a stack of bullshit paperwork he'd been putting off for the past few weeks. He barely stopped to breathe.

The door opened and Isshaq walked in, placing some take out food on his desk before sinking into the chair across from him with a creepy smile. Sikandar looked at him, expression flat.

"What's the matter? "

"Nothing i am just happy, ecstatic actually "

Ishaaq sat up straighter in his chair and grinned at him.

"I think you should leave "

His grin turned into frown and despite his angst-ridden mood Sikandar laughed at him.

"Best of luck"

Ishaaq stood up from his chair with a giant grin, confusing him.

"What? "

Sikandar asked and leaned back in his chair looked at the retreating figure of his PA who left him confused.

He pulled a file and started reading it, he needed to get shit load of work done. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, his head was aching badly. He had been working from his home lately.

The door opened again but he didn't lift his head.

"Go away i don't have time for your nonsense "

He kept reading the file and didn't look up. Ishaaq was the only person present in the house besides him, he had given leave to all the servants.

He placed the file on the table and looked at the door. His breath hitched when he saw her; his wife standing there looking at him. Somehow his body was stuck in the chair and he couldn't seem to get up.

She walked towards him with slow but firm steps and stood in front of him till his knees were touching hers. He stood up slowly.

She stared at him for several long beats, he could see the pulse in her neck, see the way her chest rose and fell with quickened breathing. She was nervous he could tell. Then slowly she lifted her hand and placed it on his jaw, stroking it softly. Moving her hand slowly she placed it on his chest and he closed his eyes.

He wondered for a beat if he was dreaming or was she really standing in front of him.

"Tell me its not a fucking dream"

She looked at him and whispered softly.

"No its not "

His heart was hammering all the way down to his torso. He felt his pulse everywhere, slamming through his chest and all along his skin.

Their eyes met and he sucked a breath.

"How... Uhh Why did you come back? "

She bit back a smile at his question.

"I think you have suffered enough. Your punishment is over "

She ran her hand up his torso feeling his hard body beneath her soft palms. He was so worked up he could barely keep his hands from grabbing her but he wanted to wait.

"You sure your father won't come running to get his little girl? "

He stepped closer to her, their lips were almost touching. He could smell her sweet plump scent.

"No i told him i want to stay with my husband "

She couldn't stop the smile from gracing her lips.

He grabbed her hips and placed his lips on hers. She placed her hands on his shoulders. His kiss was urgent and rough. Pulling away he placed his head on her shoulder.

"I love you "

His voice came out in a whisper caressing her skin softly.

"Just so you know my father said if you ever hurt me again he will put you behind bars"

She whispered in his ear. He threw his head back and laughed. He couldn't explain how he was feeling in this moment. The past five months he spent were like hell, because he didn't know if she'd ever come back to him. But now seeing her in front of him all the pain went away.

He placed a kiss on her forehead and hugged her tightly.

تیری خواہش کر لی تو کونسا گناہ کر دیا ہم نے

لوگ عبادت میں پوری کائنات مانگ لیتے ہیں

                            THE END
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